Though I was of the caste of warriors and he of peasants, and I armed and he carrying naught but a crude tool, I would not dispute his passage.
1
11
One does not lightly dispute the passage of one who carries his Home Stone.
1
12
Seeing that I meant him no harm, he paused and lifted an arm, like a stick in a torn sleeve, and pointed backward.
1
13
"They're coming," he said.
1
14
"Run, you fool! Run for the gates of Turia!" Turia the high-walled, the nine-gated, was the Gorean city lying in the midst of the huge prairies claimed by the Wagon Peoples.
"Beware," he said, "I carry a Home Stone".
I stood back and made no move to draw my weapon.
Though I was of the caste of warriors and he of peasants, and I armed and he carrying naught but a crude tool, I would not dispute his passage.
One does not lightly dispute the passage of one who carries his Home Stone.
Seeing that I meant him no harm, he paused and lifted an arm, like a stick in a torn sleeve, and pointed backward.
"They're coming," he said.
"Run, you fool! Run for the gates of Turia!" Turia the high-walled, the nine-gated, was the Gorean city lying in the midst of the huge prairies claimed by the Wagon Peoples.
- (Nomads of Gor, Chapter )